Yesterday's library trip yielded a wonderful find, a small book filled with six word memoirs called, I Can't Keep My Own Secrets:Six Word Memoirs edited by Smith Magazine. The intro of the book mentions a story told about Ernest Hemingway. Hemingway was said to be challenged to write a novel in six words. He returned with "For sale: baby shoes, never worn."
After reading a few of the memoirs in this tiny book with over 600 authors contributions, I wanted to write my own six word memoir. It was much harder than I expected. I was also a lot of fun. I dare you to try it. Let me know what you come up with.
I came. I saw. I died.
It was a five dog life.
A Swanson brownie disguised as poo.
A drink of water was everything.
Tightrope walking over the hidden valley.
Slowly, Sister Mary Nobody rides again.
Quiet midnight moon watches me sleep.
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